New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1887-08-10
Something to Her Advantage

''If any relatives of the late James
Hanford, some time curate Of Widston,
se still living, they may hear something
b their advantage by applying to
hessrs. bod & Son, Solicitors, King
street.''
Barbara Reed put down the paper
with a jerk.
81 wonder if that means me, she
laid, thoughtfully. ''My grandfather's
aame was certainly James landlord,
ind know he was curate, but I did
tot know there was any money in the
hmily.''
eff you think it worth while, 90 to
Messrs. bod & Son and find OUT sug-
tested sharp featured elderly lady,
Who sat stitching at the table oppo-
Ute.
t'Of course I will!' Why, there may
se five thousand pounds waiting for me
here
Cor five pounds, more likely" sup
alemented the stitcher.
Barbara laughed. 'Id rather think
# the thousands, Mrs. Stewart; they
would be much more to my advan-
4age. y
81 know of something that would be
more for your advantage than all the
money you are ever likely to get from
advertisements, if you had but the
food sense to see it, returned that
ady, significantly.
10 get her cloak and bonent and set out
or home. She was the music mistress
Mrs Stewards school, and had been
sne OF the most promising pupils in it
sefore that; she was almost alone in
the world, except for distant aunt,
With whom she lived, and, after school
lays ended, it became necessary that
the should do something towards keep
ng up the little household, and she had
been very glad when Mrs. Stewards
proposal to retain her for the younger
girls music-lessons saved her from ap-
Nying to stran gers. Still, notwith-
itanding her obligations. there were
fines when Barbara felt strongly dis
posed to protest against that lady's au-
Ihority, which was pretty much as it
had been in the days she was ssquite
sshild, " as Barbara often phrased it to
herself.
''She never seems to remember that
! am grown up and able to manage my
twn affairs. 1t does not follow that
because was her pupil once she has
any right to interfere in this manner
aow.'
She was marching down the road,
aer head well up, while she argued the
matter out to her own satisfaction,
when some one quietly fell into step be-
tide her. The shadow vanished from
he brow like morning mist as she look
ed around.
what are you in such a hurry for?
Z could scarcely keep you in sight, " in
guired the newcomer.
1t was the subject of Mrs. Stewards
adnlonition, her drawing master-c clever
enough at his profession, but of his in
austry and general dependableness she
had not the highest opinion. Not so
Miss Barbara, who was fast developing
very warm sentiment for the good
looking young artist.
am going home to deposit my
music, and after that I think of making
= Journey into the city, to King street. :"
King street! That is an expedition. y
s'Isn't it! But have some idea of
coming into a fortune, and that is the
place | am to apply to-
Mr.. LaWrence's face showed such
genuine interest in the news that
Barbara speedily told him all she knew,
perhaps with a little unconscious ex-
hggeration. by way of justifying her
hrst announcement.
You will be sure and let me know
the result Of your expedition?" he said,
Earnestly, with a lingering clasp of the
hand, as he left her at the corner of her
own street. II shall be most anxious
70 hear, and no one deserves such a
q fortune better than yourself.
The dingy. jolting omnibus that con-
Teyed Barbara to the city that afternoon
might have been royal chariot for all
she felt of it. She was absorbed in
bright visions of her coming greatness
No more of these interminable practic-
ang at Mrs. Stewards for herself, no
lrawing-le lessons for some one else.
Who could tell but next May there
might be new member at the
Academy, a new picture to attract all
ayes? No man tied down to mere
Seaching could have fair chance.
Barbara's face gloWed with the thought
that it might be her hand that should
set the fettered genius free.
The glow was still there when she
turned into King street and ran full
against a plain, rather commonplace,
young man coming out of one Of the
warehouses. why. Mrs. Barbara. it
ds not often you find your way to this
quarter. !" he said, as he held out his
hand. 1t was \ brown, ungloyed hand,
and bore evident traces Of hard service.
Barbara gave the tips of her fingers
Gather coolly, contrasting it with the
well-shaped yellow gloved one that
had pressed hers a. little before.
q came on some businest Mr..
Grant - she said. ST believe there is q